This is just a little something that I came up with. It is my first songfic and I know it is far more horrid than my horrid fic. I might change it around later on, and of course, the deeper emotions of Diana and her interactions will be shown in later chapters of my horrid fic. This songfic is using the song "Lucky" by Britney Spears.

Disclaimer: DC owns what they own, Britney Spears and her associates own what they own, and I own what I own. There is not intermingling. Any questions, comments, concerns, let me know.

Lucky

This is a story about a girl named Lucky…

Early morning, she wakes up
Knock, knock, knock on the door

It's time for makeup, perfect smile

It's you they're all waiting for

"Madame Ambassador? Your meeting with the heads of the Mayer Foundation is an hour."

"Thank you, I am on my way." Diana got out of bed and headed for her adjoining bath. Diana looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and swollen. Sighing, she turned on the hot water in the sink before her. Filling her hands, she splashed the warm liquid on her face. Reaching blindly for the soft towel hanging on the rack next to her, she pulled it close, and wiped her face dry. Looking again in the mirror, she waved her hand before her eyes, 'A little help from Proteous' gift of illusion…"
They go…
"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"
And they say…
She's so lucky, she's a star

Outside the Themysciran embassy, a crowd of reporters waits for the Ambassador of Themyscira. As the Ambassador emerged from the embassy, she was assaulted by the flashes of cameras and questions of the over anxious and over zealous reporters. Smiling as brightly as she could, the Ambassador and her entourage passed through the swarm of reporters.

But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night

As Diana exited the front doors of the United Nations building in New York, she looked up at the sky. Her proposal for increased UN aide within third world countries was approved, despite President Luthor's attempt to sabotage it. The new aide policy would provide hundreds of children with better medical care. Many lives would be saved. Yet, as she looked up into the sky, she could not help but feel greatly saddened. She could not put her finger on what tugged at her heart, but a silent tear rolled down her cheek. Wiping it away quickly, before anyone could see, she continued on her way.

Lost in an image, in a dream
But there's no one there to wake her up
And the world is spinning, and she keeps on winning
But tell me what happens when it stops?

Diana battled Circe in the midst of a small town in the mid-west. All around her, battle raged as her fellow Justice Leaguers battled Circe's beastiomorphs. The battle was slowly turning in the favor of the Justice League, but Diana was slowing. Circe seemed stronger than when last they battled. Diana raised her bracelets to deflect Circe's next blast. The blast came, and the force behind it sent Diana flying backwards as the evil spell bounced off her bracelets and returned to hit Circe full force. Both opponents fell to the ground, unconscious.

They go…
"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"
And they say…

She's so lucky, she's a star

"Diana? Diana?"

Diana slowly opened her eyes. As her vision cleared, she was able to make out the form of her best friend and colleague kneeling next to her. He helped her to slowly sit up, then stood and offered her his hand.

"Are you alright? You took a powerful hit there," he said as he helped her to her feet.

"I am well, thank you."

Behind them, a crowd of on lookers had gathered, whispers went through the crowd as she had risen to her feet, and before when she had fallen. The heroes of the Justice League and those that served as reserved members had gathered at a respectful distance from where Diana had fallen. As Diana arose, the heroes of the world looked on, whispers escaping from a few. "I told you, she's just perfect." "Yeah, but not too perfect, she did get knocked out." "Maybe she was just trying to flirt."

But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night

Diana sat in the Monitor Womb of the Watchtower, the moon based headquarters of the Justice League of America. She kept a watchful eye on each monitor, searching for any disaster that might need the attention of the League. Outside the doorway, she heard footsteps and voices as the Green Lantern, Flash, and Plastic Man walked past. Their conversation drifted in the doorway and found its way to Diana's ears.

"I'm telling you, I don't care what she says or who she thinks she is, the next time Wonder Woman stands in the way of me protecting people's homes from being destroyed, I'm going to belt her. I don't care about her stupid ideals."

"Yeah, who does she think she is anyway? The Queen of Everything? She has Superman and Batman wrapped around her little finger for crying out loud!"

Diana stiffened in her chair as she listened to the words of her teammates. Their words struck deeply in her heart.

Diana returned to the Themysciran embassy and the stack of papers on her desk. Turning on the TV to the local news, Diana sat down and began looking over the forms and documents before her. Signing those she approved and setting aside those that she disapproved of, she halfway listened as the newscasters reported on the recent activities of "Wonder Woman," the Ambassador of Themyscira, and the Justice League's latest battle. She looked up from her pile of documents as the television flashed the scene of her unconscious form, her best friend kneeling next to her as she awoke, smiling that smile of his.

Isn't she lucky, this Hollywood girl?
She is so lucky, but why does she cry?
If there's nothing missing in her life
Why do tears come at night?

Diana turned out the light to her bathroom as she returned to her room. Removing her night robe, she silently slipped between the covers. She rested her head on the soft pillows adorning her bed as her mind returned to the events of the day. Each little scene replayed itself in her mind as she slowly drifted off to sleep. As her mind relaxed and began to enter its rem cycle, her thoughts recalled before her mind's eye the feeling she had felt all day, and many days before, tugging at her heart. As the feeling over took her again, her mind replayed the scene from earlier in the day. As she laid unconscious on the ground, the gentle voice calling her back from the abyss, and then his smile, welcoming her; and the words of her teammates. A lone tear rolled down her nose as sleep over took her.

She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night

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